A psalm, a prose, a sonnet play,
They take your time to do them right;
The key is not the rhymy way,
But all about a rose in sight.
What is this thing for you to say
That you must bend your head all day?
Like love like feel you take it slow
And when it comes your song will flow.
A day to end is not the end;
A night to go is not the go:
Events and skits for you to mend
Are where you see your talents show.
A play so played is not a play;
A dance so danced is not a dance.